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letra de man the riverboat - jellyfish brigade

fill the tea mug with raindrops and chamomile
exhale like a survivor on the battlefield
days i feel like a spoke in the wagon wheel
i make an extra effort to stop and smell the daffodils
heal clicker and a slammer of cheap wine
p-ssing the peace pipe while i lamp at the beehive
wonderland reconnaissance, scan it with three eyes
still hustle the muscles sore and handle my b.i
yo, i’m about as spiritual as the next man
finger painting a rembrandt and practicing my headstands
shortened laps on the cycle of siddhartha
do unto others brother, sh-t is vital for to the karma
i ain’t gonna front, i’d love to be rich and famous
just so i could leave it and fold into the nameless
knowledge of the mental, pleasures of the physical
wielding wooden oars rolling in my rusty riverboat

getting questioned by the moment
like who are you? where you going?
when they ask me, i tell them i just man the riverboat
man the riverboat, man the river boat

everything will be just fine
the storms will never lasts
currently i’m on cloud 9
but even this too shall p-ss
i alone can define what the i is told
the fire grows, i’m still chill like icicles
b-mp a lively pulse, lying in the ivy cloaked
hideaway, spying by the flash of a lightning bolt
dire day bubbling, what’s become of him?
sunny spun a bit, now he don’t trust the government
sh-t, loving lips done kissed my whole physical
roll digital cam and freak them home videos, d-mn
jimmy rig the outer realm radar
hop the headstones, capture ghosts in the graveyard
bone digger, bone digger, mr. low whisper code kicker
pro rippler, sidearm stone skipper

i found myself
when i lost it all
by the sloping banks
and the waterfalls, i know
there’s a crystal ball fog ahead
no sweat though, i’ll brave it wisely
i know i can’t control the flow of things
and no scholar or saint can guide me

i’m a modern day barefoot ferryman
a good listener and a strong rower
when the river tells me to rest i do
when i hit the rough rapids, i paddle and keep the composure
hear the queries but i answer to the current
that flutter in my belly helps me tell i’m alive
i don’t know who i’ll be and i don’t know where i’ll be
headed but it’s bout to be a h-ll of a ride

- jellyfish brigade

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